Rebecca's pov
I blinked, trying to process her words. Full of vitality. What did that mean? Healthy and strong, sure, but why all the tests? I was only here to negotiate a bill for Getty. Was all this hospital protocol?
Dr. Jenna chuckled, as if amused by my confusion. “Don’t worry,” she said, a hint of impatience in her voice. “One more procedure, and then we’ll sit down and have a long talk. You can tell me everything on your mind.”
Before I could ask more, she stood up abruptly. “Come on, just one more.” She motioned for me to follow, heading briskly out of the room.
I sighed, but if this meant she’d be willing to listen to my story and maybe help Getty, I’d go along. We walked down a corridor, and though I was curious about all the machines we passed, I didn’t ask. We reached a doo
